“Honey, someone hit you?” Sheila asked Kevin.
“Summer.” I could hear my father summoning me from across the table.
“Yes, Mom. But I’m fine.”
“Summer.”
“Why were you hit?” Sheila paused for a moment. “Did you hit him back?”
“Summer. Look at me.”
“I’m fine, Mom. I really am. He didn’t hit me the second time.”
“Who is this guy?”
“A second time? There were two separate occasions?”
“Summer, you will answer me.”
“Mom, I am fine. I swear. Both times were my fault, anyway.”
“Are you dating this guy?”
“Your fault? What’d you do?”
“Look at me.”
“I didn’t do anything. Well, I might’ve said some things I shouldn’t have.”
My father fell silent, seeming to give up, but I felt his gaze on the top of my head. I twisted my hands together in my lap.
“You were being a jackass, you mean?” Shei
